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Where Do Your Eyes Fall?

It doesn’t matter – no it doesn’t really,
That the place can be crowded and full,
Or it can be empty with hardly a soul around,
Because tell me – where do your eyes fall?

There can be many tables empty,
All looking pretty much equally attractive (or not),
Tempting you to take a pick and to your fancy,
But then tell me – where do your eyes fall?

Well it could be that many (or most) tables are taken,
Each one guarded closely with little intent to share,
Turning you away with loaded places and empty spaces,
Pause a second and tell me – where do your eyes fall?

All this emptiness or spacelessness (if you will),
Your eyes may momentarily glance over them,
You can be tempted to just settle on one and make do,
But you know in your heart that it wouldn’t do – really;

Where your eyes fall is where your heart beckons to be,
Amidst one or all tables empty or taken,
That there is only one place you want and ought be:
At the table which you would call your own to be;